Luyện nghe bài hát We Got That

(The Ryders)
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(Double R, baby)
Flame on,
Cmon, cmon,

Aiyyo, yall niggas take too long wrapping them up in duct
Me, I just make sure stomp like crush grapes
I make the hardest shed a
Give em a gun, if I had two right
Two over there, fuck fair

Yall niggas like leaf paper, easy to tear
just burn that up and get it outta here
Yall think, yall goin from heaven to
Yall aint goin

But in the same on the same dirty ground
And I care how you livin it up
I even got niggas shiverin up
You can bet, I come you up
Them niggas bust guns just to niggas run by me

I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and
The one is at the tip of the nose
When it blows, yall so pimps die hoes
Dont bite or flows, just air mark
Snap with a finger, yall wanted in dead park

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats dealin with dough, we got
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all cowards have been warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Yo, yo, aiyyo, who the fuck you spit mean?
Same bitch that tried to put Irv Gotti
Since I had a scream
Was taught to die in a red
Never ask when I cash
Im a customer, I your cream

Soldier, over, knock on my door
Wit Jehovah, huh, the populations over
Im causing retirements
'Cause you blast last Im firing
in the blood you lyin in

Went from the full house to the raw
To niggas tryin to rip my out
Try it now, nigga, blow jaw out
You dont my gun to go pow, pow

Well, Ima have face the same color
As a of a chow, chow, nigga
These aint water pistols, they many missiles
And I set em off, they scar your bones to the grissle

Only I how it was gonna come
Put up in your baby mom, for your son
Im everyone

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
back, hold in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, in position for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Uh, Im psychologically fucked up, know the
See, Is sick, throwin up henny and gook
Poof, me gone, I pray for the death of my
Until I worked up and hugged her and her that I loved her

Sick sin, my ink pen in the ring
Crown me king, I spit the eyes of a fiend
ice, I stole for the love of my wife
Then she ran out and dumped me, and po-po me

Came home, of course as the king of my
Back to Roleys, back to smokin bones with
My demo was better than a lot of yall
Bed rocked ass, calm down, so let the gun go

I murdered some for dough
Hit em up fast, watched die extra slow
I shop when I come through with the blue tops
Smokin a ooh, whop, with all glocks

Anything dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in for combat
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

thats dealin with dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for your life, we

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards have warned
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

Anything thats dealin dough, we got that
Cock back, hold in position for
Stand clear, all yall cowards have been
Duck, nigga, run for life, we airborne

See now, it go, yall got it
The East Coast, West Coast
Warren G doin it with my niggas the Ruff Ryders
Eve, my nigga
Yeah, thats how we doin it, like for yall
In the 99